The clouds hit a formation, now they're perfectly aligned,nAnd the trees just seem a pushover to a wind this great.nIt's swinging down in spirals, or an invisible sheet,nA see-through wave to sweep up those who dare to be late.nnAnd the sky is screaming murder, look at him murder,nHe's a murder, murderer.nnHe's a murder, he's a murderer,nHe's a murder, he's a murderer...nnA depression looms upon us, a bank of thick black cloud.nI feel a drop in temperature, hear a thunder clap.nMy heart beats out my rib cage, my lungs are burst black balloons,nNothing's ever seemed as uncertain, as everything is now.nnWill you stop screaming murder, look at our makern- He's a murder, murderer.nnHe's a murder, he's a murderer,nHe's a murder, he's a murderer...nnTen, nine, eight more seconds until I am gone,n...I will be letting go...nn